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A soft yawn escaped Grant’s mouth as the light of the morning sun blanketed his face in its warm yellow hues, the skies blue and crisp with the happy sound of gulls in the distance that followed the boat he was aboard. His eyes fluttered open and he groaned as he looked around him, not recognizing his surroundings for a fraction of a second before he remembered he was aboard a ship of the line, The Windrammer, he was on the ship as a young and prospective merchant traveling from his home of The Principality of Britoria, to the far of land of Vernia a kingdom in the west. It had been a few months since his journey began and it would be another few months before he would reach his destination. In this time, he’d been in contact with his brother Tristan via messenger birds, nothing much had been happening back home, though their father was worried about his trip being too dangerous though Grant reassured his father that it wasn’t too dangerous and so far things had been going rather smoothly, they had stopped at a small island off the coast of Chacalco not too long ago and had resupplied and Grant had managed to sell some of the wares he had and made a tidy profit from that venture, as well as coming into the possession of some spices that he hoped to sell for a high price in Vernia, mainly sage, cardamom and allspice.

Getting up from his bed Grant scratched and let his body take in the sunlight on his ebony skin and let out a long and heavy breath before he began his morning calisthenics, after those were done he got dressed and ascended from the lower decks onto the sun bleached deck, tanned sailors their skin kissed by the sun. Above him in the crows nest a sailor watched eagle-eyed for anything that might be off in the distance. Grant took in the nice salty sea air, it reminded him of his family’s home off the coast of Britoria, their beach home of the Western Shores, a fond memory of playing with his sisters and brothers in the sea in the summer months. He placed that memory to the back of his mind

“Good to see you up and about Sir Laurence.” The captain of the Windrammer, a lupine man named Åsmund Käresson, one eye covered by an eyepatch with piercings all over his ears, the wolfman was the stereotypical image of what thought of as a sailor.

“Indeed, Captain Käresson.” Grant said happily, the captain was an old friend of his father’s when they served in the navy together against the Dragoncrown Empire, so he had offered a good price for this voyage, especially since Grant had offered Käresson a thirty percent cut of his total profits when he offloaded his cargo in Ajara and sold it.

Up top on guard at the crow’s nest one of the crewmen of the Windrammer looked out a spyglass towards the open sea, when he saw it: a jolly roger with the skull of a rat with hearts and bones. Pirates, the crewman yelled at the top of his lungs to the sailors down below.

“Pirates! Of the Fore bow!” The crewmen yelled as he rang the bell atop, this signaled for all the crew who heard it to get to their stations and prepare for boarding action.

“Lord Laurance, get below.” Åsmund said as he pulled out a cutlass, Grant nodded and headed below waiting for things to become clear. He’d never been in involved in a boarding action before, though he had some idea as to how it went based on the books he’d read when he was young, if a ship a pirate crew was going to attack didn’t automatically surrender when they flew their flag, then the pirates would board it, attack and kill most of the crew and take whatever valuables they had aboard, while taking any useful crew with them either via force or just straight up paying them more than what they would have been given upon completion of their time of service and if there were any people worth something (aka him,) they would kidnap them and hold them for ransom. So, he was hiding in his room until the pirates were either driven off, or he was inevitably discovered by pirates scouring the ship and brought to the captain of the ship.

He waited and waited and waited. Soon he could hear the sound of shouting, swords clashing and shooting, lots, and lots of shooting. He couldn’t tell by how things sounded who was winning the fight, sailors whether they be merchant vessel crew or pirates all sounded the same at the end of the day. Soon the shouting and shooting died down, only for it to be replaced with the shouts of men celebrating, he then heard people scouring the ship when he heard footsteps outside his door. With a mighty kick his door was slammed open, and two roguish looking types smiled at the hapless merchant.

“H-Hey fellas how can I-” Grant was cut off when one of the men using a pistol smacked him upside his head knocking him out instantly. The blackness of unconsciousness was a new feeling, it was sort of like being asleep, if one had a massive headache when you awoke. Because he had that when he came to, his head hurt worse than anything he’d ever felt the only comparable pain he could come up with was when he broke his leg when he was eleven, the way the pain was radiating from one spot probably meant that when he got knocked out they cracked his skull a bit, he tried to move only to find out that his arms were bound, making him fall flat on his face.

“Ow.” He said weakly, he managed to right himself and see he was in the brig of a ship no doubt the ship of whoever captured him. He saw sitting on a chair in the hall was a pirate, they were a rat person with a scar on his face.

“Ah you're awake, eh?” The pirate said as he got up and ascended to the top deck, a few minutes later a gaggle of other pirates followed, a group of humans, lupine, felids and ratfolk and one kobold of all things and at their head was a grey furred ratfolk woman.

“Alright, doc is he good?” The ratfolk woman asked, the kobold scurred towards him, opened his cell and checked him, looking his body over with the kind of introspection a trained surgeon might have had. He’d never met a kobold surgeon, but then again in his home they didn’t really tread, mostly sticking to the much more warmer climates if his books were to be believed.

“He’s clean Captain.” The kobold said as he scurried back towards the group. The Pirate captain smiled as she heard those words, he did not like that sign.

“Good, I don’t need a dead hostage.” The captain said she walked up to Grant, grabbing him by the face, “Such a shame he’s a real cute one, oh well once we get our money he’ll be dropped off at the nearest port city.” The captain said, a haughty laugh emanating from her. Grant sighed, he figured he’d end up this way.

“So, tell us boy, what family do you belong to?” The captain asked

“The Lawrence Family.” Grant said, the rat woman looked at one of her crew and he whispered into her ear, he couldn’t ‘hear what they were discussing but he saw a smile creep across her face.

“Oh, that’s a very wealthy family, we’ll get a nice price for you won’t we?” The captain said to him, she didn’t wait for him to answer as she dropped his face and began to walk away, but before she could Grant, not sure what drew him to ask, probably an innate sense of curiosity and wanting to at least not keep referring to her as ‘The Captain’ in his mind anymore, asked her her name.

“Can I at least get the name of my captor?” Grant asked, the pirate captain stopped for a moment turning to Grant a cocky grin on her face as she did.

“I’m Aurora Castello.” Captain Castello said as her and her crew left Grant alone in the brig of the ship. And so, began the most interesting and strange voyage of Grant.

A few hours would pass before anyone came down to see him again, it was the same pirate who had greeted him when he had awoken, in his hands were a tray of food, he slid them in the slit for food and waited for Grant to take it, in a bowl was some porridge and on it’s side a serving of hardtack and a cup of grog and one lime.

“Alright boy, eat up won’t be feed again till nighttime.” The pirate said as he sat down at the chair watching him, Grant sighed, he ate something like this while he was a passenger on the Windrammer, so he didn’t mind eating this as his meal. Still he wished he had one of his books, or something to keep his mind from being idle.

“Do you have any books, or something to keep my mind occupied?” Grant asked, getting close to being bored out of his mind, his captor shook his head no and Grant let out a groan of displeasure and annoyance. He was unsure how he was going to occupy his mind as he occupied most of his time when he was on the Windrammer by either reading in his room or talking with the ship's captain and crew. Seeing as he only had one person to talk to he spoke up to the man in the chair before him

“So, how did you become a pirate?” Grant asked, wanting to see what drove a man to the act of piracy.

“Me, Hah I used to be a sailor for the merchant fleets,” The pirate said, the merchant fleets were part of the largest trade empire of all of Elhim, The Merchants of Southfordia, it was every merchants dream to have them as a buyer for your wares, “But I got tired, I wanted something…more.” The man said, Grant could see that yearning for something better and to be free of the many constraints and being a pirate seemed about as free as one could get.

“Yeah, I can see that it’s why I became a merchant my father didn’t want me to travel outside of our homeland and become a scribe or a writer or something ‘respectable’ for the son of a minor noble.” Grant said the two now had a good rapport and were not talking about their lives before ending on the ship and that’s how Grant learned his particular captor, a Lupine man named Jon. That night, Grant had to bid his new friend ado and he was now left alone with his meal and time to think. There was no chance of him getting out of this situation, he wasn’t a fighter and even if he was there’s no way for him to fight off a crew of thirty well trained pirates. He would have to be smart about this; he needed to become an asset, and not just as a hostage to be sold back to his parents for a sum of money. He wasn’t a fighter, but he was strong. He could use that to become a deckhand maybe? Anything to get out of this cell.

The next morning Jon returned with that morning's breakfast, hardtack, and a cup of grog.

“You know, I’d make a good deckhand.” Grant said to Jon offhand, Jon raised an eyebrow wondering what brought that line of thought about.

“What brought this on?” Jon asked.

“I hate being in this cell, I want to do something useful and I’m not some weakling.” Grant said, “Maybe you can curry some favor to the good captain so I can do something other than sit here board out of my mind.” Grant added, Jon thought for a moment then walked out of the brig leaving Grant to contemplate and contemplate. He decided to do some exercises, the cell he was in was rather cramped, but he could at least still do push ups, and the like. A full hour passed before anyone came to see him, and of all people it was the captain herself. Captain Castello had her signature (Grant was assuming it was signature,) cocky grin on her face.

“So, Jon boy says you wanna be a deckhand for me?” Captain Castello asked, she leaned towards the bars of his cell, “Not that uncommon, many want to throw their hands in when the chips are down.” Captain Castello said as she began to pace back and forth, she had the look of someone that was sure of her words, her presence, and her captaining of the ship she was on.

“Tell me why I should let you join my crew?” Captain Castello asked giving Grant the greatest stare down he’d ever received, he was sure his father’s stare downs whenever he did something unbecoming or that embarrassed to shame. He swallowed a lump that seemingly formed inside his throat.

“I’m strong and I’m willing to work isn’t that enough?” Grant asked, Captain Castello narrowed her eyes, she let out a hearty laugh before she grabbed the grate of the cell making Grant nearly jump out of his skin, her tail wagging and she had a look that he’d never seen on any woman or man. His skin was crawling, then he heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the cell.

“Welcome aboard.” Captain Castello said as she left the bewildered and slightly afraid man to follow her up to the top deck. He walked through the crew quarters where a few pirates were working and onto the top deck, his eyes hurt having not seen the sun in a while and his eyes having adjusted to the darkness of the brig, a groan escaped his mouth as he waited for his eyes to get used to sunlight.

“Alright, as a crew member of the Walking Jenny, you have to pull your weight, so take this and start mopping.” Captain Castello said as she handed Grant a mop, he figured that’d be his first job and he began mopping. By the time he was done, with swabbing the deck the sun was going down, the crew of the Walking Jenny were now winding down, some eating supper, others singing a few shanties to help them complete the last tasks for the night before many of the crew retired for the night and the night crew would take over until the dawn came. This also meant that he was free now, descending the deck he could hear the sound of music, a concertina and a guitar specifically and in the middle of the deck a circle was cleared where various pirates paired up and began dancing and singing together. The song was jovial and as upbeat as one could imagine, it was a song he’d never heard of before, so it was either native to the culture of whoever was playing it (two humans,) or was something that the two were simply playing off the cuff. He walked up to see and saw the captain among the watchers.

“Your crew seems happy.” Grant said, Captain Castello smiled at this as she enjoyed watching her crew enjoy themselves, they’d worked hard and deserved a little leeway during their off time.

“I like to have fun, and so do the crew.” Captain Castello said proudly, as the sound of the music continued to carry onwards into the lower decks of the ship. The sound was infectious as a soft melody painted by the sounds of the clapping and singing of the sailors of the ship could be heard, you’d almost be remiss to forget that these men and women were buccaneers and they'd kidnapped him scarce days before. As the music went, a feeling unknown to Grant compelled him, he wanted to dance, and the best partner was the rather fetching captain before him. Grabbing Captain Castello’s hand, a rather bold thing to do he offered her the chance.

“would you mind joining me for a dance my good captain?” Grant said, the rat woman smiled at him and accepted as the two joined the paired up pirates in the middle of the circle. Moving in time with the beat and rhythm of the song that was being played by the musicians. Step by step, beat by beat in tandem with the others. It was strange at first, while Grant didn’t tower over her, he was still taller than Captain Castello by a good foot, ratfolk were oft smaller then humans and ratfolk women especially, though Captain Castello was fairly tall for a ratfolk woman. The two danced and enjoyed the music as it surrounded them and enveloped them. He didn’t know why but getting close to her was quite the enjoyment. He saw a side of this rather hardened pirate captain, and as they danced together he found himself smiling.

When the song was over the two were breathing heavily and smiling. Captain Castello took a deep breath giving Grant a sly wink as she left him to his own devices leaving for the captain’s quarters. After listening to the music for a while longer, Grant retired to the crew quarters finding an empty bed (he’d been told that they had no assigned beds on the Walking Jenny,) and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up the sun wasn’t up, but he could hear the bell for the crew to get up and about for the morning shift ringing, letting out a groan he rose from the bed. The galley decided to be generous that morning with their breakfast hardtack, a nice vegetable stew and some rum for their breakfast that morning. After eating Grant did his job as usual swabbing the deck, this continued for a few days, cleaning the deck, though he started to get involved with other jobs when the deck didn’t need that much cleaning, line rigging, working on moving things etc. He was becoming a sailor in a short time. At night he’d either talk with Jon, his first and best friend amongst the crew, or he would dance with the other pirates when music was being played.

A few days passed before he even saw land again. Pirate havens were things that some scholars debated the existence of little hovels of land on sequestered islands all around Elhim where pirates congregated, exchanging things from their ill-gotten gains, to crew and even some making joint ventures to take on large trade vessels, and Grant was happy to say that they did indeed exist as he was looking at one. Off the horizon a small lighthouse with its beacon shining ever present was visible, he could make out a few ships as well all docked.

“What is that?” Grant asked, looking out at the cove before him.

“That my friend, is Goldport one of the largest pirate haven’s in all of Elhim.” Joh said.

“Land ahead!” The crow’s nest observer said as the crew prepared to dock into the haven, that included Grant who was helping prepare the sail, climbing up the mast hoping that the slightly rough seas didn’t cause him to fall over. When they reached the dock, they anchored and the crew flooded out of the ship, it was quite a long time since the crew had any shore leave. It was nice to be on dry land, even if it was on an island populated mostly by brigands, cutthroats, and other miscreants. Jon had invited Grant to go to a tavern he liked on the island, where in his words ‘The booze flowed like a fucking river!’ while Grant was not much of a drinker he wouldn’t turn down a nice time. The tavern was called the Drinking Sailor (a nod to a sea shanty that was popular amongst the many pirate crews,)

“So now yer a week into being a pirate, how's it faring you my boy?” Jon asked, Grant didn’t think about it for a moment he was a pirate (at least until his family paid his ransom which he didn’t know the period for.) He didn’t really change much, rather that just being a passenger on a ship he was now an active part of its crew, a far cry from his job as a merchant if anything else.

“It’s fine, a lot different then when I was just a merchant,” Grant said as he took a tentative sip of his rum, the drink burned on its way down and he shook his head and made a rather turned up face, no wonder they would water this down he thought idly. The sound of pirates talking and having a grand time was something that could be heard throughout the tavern, it was a interesting thing to observe, a place so full of well…life. Grant had been to a tavern once in his life, but they were nothing like this one, he could hear the life that these men and women lived every day, arguments, fights, joyful reviling in their past and future exploits.

“Hey, Merchant boy, the captain wants to see you.” One of the crew of the Jenny said to Grant, surprised he followed the man until they met with Captain Castello. Her face was not the usual happy or smarmy smirk that he saw on her, rather she had a quite significant frown on her face. That did not bode well in his opinion about his future as a crewman of the Walking Jenny.

“Tell me Mr. Laurance, how well are you at finding discrepancies in finances?” Captain Castello asked, he was surprised by this, but he spoke up.

“Um…quite good at it, I’ve done it for my father quite a few times when we were dealing with holdings of our family.” Grant said. She smiled, that same smarmy and cocky smile that signified her.

“Good, I need you to take a look at these reports from our ship's accountant, I have a…hunch,” Captain Castello, said as she handed him a few ledgers, “I need this to be done in private, so come to my room tonight and we’ll discuss this.” Captain Castello said winking at Grant like she did when he danced with her for the first time, he felt his heart began to pick up pace at that, and he was not 100% sure what was causing it, or rather he wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit the cause of it.

That night, he had made his way to Captain Castello’s quarters, he tried to not make it look too inconspicuous when he did, wanting to keep the privacy of this meeting as they were supposed to be: private. He knocked softly on the door watching back and forth, most of the crew was too busy dancing or drinking or sleeping to really care or pay any attention to him going to her quarters. Then he could hear the door unlock and he heard a voice on the other side.

“Come in.” Captain Castello said, he walked in, closing the door behind him. Captain Castello was fussing over a few maps and nautical charts, he had the ledgers with him, and he spoke up.

“Um…so what did you want me to do, I guess audit Captain?” Grant asked. Captain Castello rose from her seat, her tail swishing around Grant’ as she walked to a decanter she had on a table. She poured herself a glass of red wine and then Grant.

“I’ll be frank, Grant,” Captain Castello said as she took a deep drink from her glass, Grant noted that he used his first name rather than Mr. Laurence “I’m afraid my accountant is stealing from us and I need you to find out if he is.” Captain Castello said.

“O-okay Captain.” Grant said, she walked past him, her tail brushing past him softly, it coiled around his torso and he swallowed a lump that formed in his throat much like when he first offered to join the crew.

“Good,” Captain Castello said happily she then turned to Grant as he sat down at her desk as she sat in a chair in her room watching him work, but before he started she said one last thing, “And Grant; call me Aurora .” Aurora said happily. The next few nights were spent with Grant doing something he hadn’t done in quite a while, auditing. It was an annoying process finding discrepancies in financial reports, and the ledger that the captain kept was no different. Still, it wasn’t a hard task for him, and he enjoyed doing these kinds of things. And while he was doing this he began to talk with Aurora about things, any topic that came to his mind or hers. They were things about the day of sailing or about their pasts, well Grant talked about his while Aurora was not much into talking about hers. Still, he prodded and asked about her life before she became a pirate and then one day he managed to get through.

“You know, you still haven’t told me why you became a pirate captain Aurora .” Grant said, as he looked at a few of the numbers he saw on the ledger comparing them against one another. Aurora took a sip of wine and sighed.

“It’s…a long story,” Aurora said as she looked Grant up and down, the two had grown close in the weeks since he joined the crew, a lot closer than he’d ever grown with anyone besides a family member. He didn’t expect to feel what he does for Aurora , it wasn’t outright love, at least not yet but he could see it growing to that, “I…used to have a wife.” Aurora said, Grant was surprised to hear this, Aurora took a ring that was around her neck, tucked away in her blouse, she turned the golden band in her hand looking at it with a tinge of melancholic nostalgia as though the sight of it was both a great and sad memory.

“I lost her, a long time ago back when I was a merchant sailor at the hand of my former captain the man who ran the Jenny before I did,” Aurora said, she didn’t have tears in her eyes, but she did have a long away look, he’d seen that before on a few people. The rat woman looked at Grant and sighed, “I mutinied when he did, and when I saw what I did I agreed to captain the ship and become a pirate.” Aurora said she took a deep drink from her glass and Grant felt like he pushed a button he wasn’t supposed to.

“I’m…sorry I pried.” Grant said, Aurora smiled and walked up to him wrapping her tail around his frame again like before.

“Don’t it’s been a long time since I talked with someone about her,” Aurora said happily she held her ring in her hand, “Thank you Grant.” Aurora said as she kissed his cheek. The heat in Grant’s face rose and Aurora laughed at this.

“I like you, Grant you're quite…interesting.” Aurora said lovingly.

“I do too,” Grant said, his heart was now pounding a lot harder. He put that thought aside and continued his work on the ledger, “I’m sure I’m done with the audit.” Grant said trying to steer their attention back to the audit. Aurora smiled as she walked over to Grant.

“Hmm, and?” Aurora asked, Grant smiled and gave his report.

“Well, you were right there are some discrepancies in the accounting.” Grant said as he pointed where the irregularities popped up and how much money was being embezzled by her ship’s accountant.

“Well, that’s good, thank you Grant, and as a reward.” Aurora said as she kissed him on the lips, this took him off guard at first, it was so sudden. She had reached out on the tip of her toes to meet his lips. Getting over the surprise, Grant wrapped his hands around the small of Aurora’s back, he could feel her long tail wrap lovingly around him. Her lips, soft against his, it was a new experience to kiss a non-human for Grant. When the two parted, Grant could barely look Aurora in the eyes, whereas Aurora had her usual cocky grin on her face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Grant.” Aurora said as she gave Grant one last quick peck on the lips before she ushered him out of her room. Grant’s heart was now beating faster than ever, and he had to take a deep breath lest it probably leap out of his chest. He went to sleep that night dreaming of a particular ratfolk woman and her lovely soft lips. The next day, Grant was talking with Jon, while he wasn’t talking directly about what he did last night he was more or less talking about it.

“I think I’m in love Jon.” Grant said as he looked towards Aurora, Jon following his friend's eyes let out a long laugh.

“Aye, I see the good captain has you smitten eh?” Jon asked, Grant was a bit taken aback and tried to hide that he was indeed smitten, He didn’t think he would fall so quickly and hard for a woman like Aurora, but here he was.

“She’s a very handsome woman, ain’t she?” Jon asked, and Grant nodded as he saw her talking with the first mate of the ship.

“Yeah.” Grant said lovingly. Jon laughed and pat his friend on the back. Though the day started off as a normal one, things soon turned when Captain Costello called a full ship meeting on the top deck.

“Alright crew, I imagine you’re all wondering why I called you here?” Aurora said as she paced back and forth between the row of thirty or so pirates who made up the crew of the Walking Jenny, each one of them looked at one another as she was not smiling nor was she seeming in a particularly good mood. She turned towards the financier and accountant of the ship a human by the name of Thomas, “It has come to my attention that someone has been shortchanging us, stealing our rightfully stolen booty for themselves.” She said narrowing her eyes at Thomas who began to squirm under her intense gaze. Soon the rest of the crew noticed who she was talking about and turned to him.

“Tell me Mr. Green what do you have to say in your defense?” Aurora asked, Thomas scowled and spoke up.

“What proof do you have?” He asked, that’s where Grant came into play he spoke up.

“Captain Castello asked me to check your accounting in an audit, and I found more than a few discrepancies in your finances.” Grant said, Thomas looked at him and growled at him.

“Listen Mr. Green I am nothing if not generous but stealing from your fellow crewman and women is something I can’t head,” Aurora said as she pulled out her pistol, Grant’s eyes went wide and he moved in front of Thomas before she could pull the trigger, “Grant, move out of the way.” Aurora said, Grant did not budge, even when Aurora cocked the hammer of her pistol.

“You don’t have to kill him, just exile him from the boat, do it for me Aurora.” Grant begged, Aurora kept her gun fixed at Grant before she pointed to the air, fired the shot and holstered it.

“Fine, send him on a raft towards Goldport with enough food and water to carry him there.” Aurora said as she went below deck, Grant followed after her. Storming into her room Aurora pulled out the decanter of wine and poured a generous glass of wine, downing it in one go.

“Are you okay?” Grant asked, Aurora turned to him, her face not one of happiness.

“No, I’m not.” Aurora said as she poured another glass, “Why did you stop me?” Aurora asked looking at Grant waiting for an answer to the question, part of him knew why but he hated to say it.

“Because you would regret it, I know you’ve killed before but to kill someone you know is…” Grant said his sentence trailing off, with Aurora electing to finish it herself.

“Different. I know.” Aurora said annoyed at what happened and the fact she allowed her crew to see her in such a moment of weakness.

“Aurora.” Grant said as he walked up to her, he wrapped his arms around her body, the rat woman let out an annoyed sigh as she allowed herself to fall for his gentle machinations, she wrapped her tail around his leg lovingly and when she felt him place a kiss on her lips, she didn’t object. She allowed herself to be taken into her bed by him, kissing along the way. But after that, it was her who was in charge. Rolling so that he was on his back, Aurora took off her blouse and corset, with Grant admiring her ample bosom as she did. Her greyish fur felt soft against his hands as he moved his hand up from her belly and towards her breasts, he took her other breast into his mouth sucking and playing with her nipples while his hand kneaded and played with the other. Aurora let out a long moan feeling the pleasure of her new lover playing with her tits.

Aurora managed to remove herself from Grant’s grasp she then slid out of her pants, leaving her completely nude, and feeling like it was unfair that she was the only one nude, Aurora began to undress Grant, admiring his manly physique as she did, rubbing her hands all over his chest reveling in the fruit of his new life as a pirate admiring his ebony skin. She then pushed him on his back and climbed so that her snatch was now directly over his face.

“Now my dear Grant, time for you to pleasure your captain.” Aurora said as she lowered her groin onto Grant’s face. His tongue slid into her snatch slowly at first as she rocked her body back and forth, enjoying the feeling of his tongue and lips on her pussy and inside of it. It’d been a while since she had someone eating her out and she was not going to let this one slip her by. Grant for his part seemed to be extremely enthusiastic about making this the most pleasurable experience she would have. The way his tongue moved in and out of her while she rocked her hips, how he would kiss her lower lips in a way that she hadn’t felt since her late wife: bliss that was the best way to describe it. She bit her lips and wrapped her tail lovingly around Grant’s neck, not enough to choke him (that was the last thing she wanted to do, well unless he asked then they’d talk.) ratfolk used their tails to tell all kinds of emotions much like lupine, the wrapping of a tail around someone was a great sign of intimacy among them.

“F-fuck.” Aurora moaned as she felt herself reaching ever closer to climax, her hips rocking back and forth faster and faster, and Grant was using his tongue more and more, sucking at her clit and doing everything and anything he could manage to make his lover cum. Letting out a long whine of pleasure Aurora came with Grant savoring the taste of her juices as they entered his mouth. Aurora fell off of Grant’s face, her breath heavy and she took a moment to let her body recover, Grant climbed atop of her holding her tightly as he waited for her to come down from the high of her orgasm.

“Are you ready for more?” Grant asked, Aurora responded by kissing him deeply. Aurora moved her hand down her lover’s chest, down to his groin where she took his now rock hard and twitching cock into her hand, stroking it lovingly and admiring the moan of pleasure she managed to elicit from Grant.

“I want you to fuck me hard and make me yours.” Aurora said her voice dripped with the sweet, sweet tone of seduction and desire, and Grant was not one to disappoint his captain. He pinned her against the bed, kissing her neck and chest lovingly nibbling at the various places he kissed, he knew her fur would cover up any marks he might leave, but he didn’t really care he was going to mark her all the same. Each nibble and light love bite elicited a new moan from Aurora who was holding onto Grant tightly, her body was begging, no! Demanding her to be bred by her new mate. And she was soon to get that as Grant slowly plunged his cock into her waiting snatch. She let out a hiss of pleasure as he did, his cock reached it’s full depth inside her, it was deeper, deeper than any lover she’d ever had before him. She let out a moan of pleasure as he began to retract his hips before quickly slamming down on her again, and again and again. Slow at first, getting accustomed to her depths, but soon he was taking up the pace of a seasoned lover, one who was well versed in the ways of how to pleasure the one he was with. Wrapping her tail and legs around his body as he fucked her deeply and with so much gusto it was almost frantic.

In and out, his hips rocked back and forth making the rat woman moan in such pleasure. Her hands clutching at his chest hair as he picked up the speed of his fucking. Her voice gaining a few octaves, she wondered if the crew could hear them right now? Could hear their captain getting absolutely railed harder then she’d been railed in a long time it was almost as exhilarating as the actual act was.

“I’m close Aurora, wh-where do you want me to?” Grant asked, his words getting cut off by a grunt of pleasure that escaped his lips, Aurora smiled as she locked her legs behind him.

“Inside, breed me Grant, make me yours and yours alone.” She said as she urged him to fuck her harder, which Grant happily did, fucking her harder and harder. Then with a grunt of pleasure, Grant smashed his lips against hers as his cock twitched soon a flood of seed came fourth. It was so much and so fast, spurt after spurt, rope after velvety rope of thick warm seed entered Aurora’s womb, she let out a stifled moan as it did. Holding him close to her as he pumped so much of his seed into her. It was heaven and as she felt his final bit of seed entered her the two separated, their breaths heavy and labored from their frantic lovemaking, basking in the afterglow of being together, Aurora gripped Grant’s hand tightly and her tail wrapped lovingly around his body.

“I love you Aurora.” Grant said happily, Aurora smiled as she kissed him.

“I love you too, Grant.” She responded as the two fell asleep, exhausted from their intense lovemaking session. Grand was not sure how he got here, the lover of a pirate captain, but he wouldn’t trade it for all the spices, and other goods in the world.